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Started September 22, 2019 by @croccin-champagne

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Name: Amira Sultan
Other name(s): Amani Faez(the name she’s using now), Harbinger, Mustadei Almawtaa
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race/species: uuuhhh, think Arabian ig. Descended from a Necromancer and a Strombringer, the latter of which is considered it’s own race
Blood type: AB-negative
Sexuality and relationship status: Pansexual and single as shit
Nationality:Fantasy Arabic? The term for this would be Alabrian, her kingdom being Alabria
Family: Mother, Nadia Zaman, who was a secret Necromancer. Father, Karam Sultan, the Stormbringer. Younger sister, Rana Sultan. Many extended family members as well.
Companions: The Group ™. A whole ass tiger, Malakai, who’d been a gift from a suitor of hers.
Alliance(s): Won’t work for anyone, but will work with the leader of the Group.
Affiliation(s): Way too many people. She makes contacts like nobody’s business.
Occupation/rank: First Daughter of the Sultan of Alabria, Princess, and Thief of Calaver
Appearance:
Skin colour: Dark bronze, incredibly smooth except for the places with scars she’s gathered.
Hair colour, type and length: Dark brown, pretty much black. It’s cut to a little lower than her chin, choppily, and wavy/curly depending on the day. She fights with it constantly, but loves her hair. Is letting it grow out.
Eye colour: So dark they’re almost black, but with a pale silver ring around the pupil of her left eye and a yellow/gold around the pupil of her right. Almond shaped.
Height: She is 5’0 exactly and will hit anyone who mentions it.
Weight: 120
Build: Curvy-ish but she’s lost quite a bit of the curves she used to have, thanks to not having a bunch of fatty foods at her disposal.
General clothing: Light blue harem pants. A tanktop in a matching shade, but with gold strings lacing up the split sides that occasionally show glimpses of what might be a tattoo in the same color. Will sometimes wear a cropped vest in a darker blue with golden designs trailing the hems. White strappy sandals that have good soles for moving around. Her arms to mid upper arm and hands are always covered in white bandages that wrap completely around them, like she’s trying to hide something on her skin. Wears a pair of goggles hanging loosely around her neck and a belt around her waist that has quite a few pouches and things hooked to it. Wears a gold band on a leather cord around her neck as well.
Other: Has a small tattoo of a crown behind her right ear.
Powers and abilities?: Okay so. Necromancy and weather manipulation. She can control each separately and combine them in ways that I’ll show later, but the Necromancy is more volatile, tied to fear, versus the Storm, which she can control better, but is tied to her anger. They both wear her out when used to much at once, and if she’s not careful, she’s pretty sure it can kill her. It almost did, once.
Physical abilities: Not sure what this means. Um, flexible enough to worm around small places. Not super physically strong but knows way too much about pressure points and things. Mikail is the tank of their woman-tiger team, technically. Her hi kick is something to be feared though, because at her height most people’s throats are in kick range.
Weapon(s) and items?: A lot of explody things. Loves bombs and grenades and making them. Also has a scimitar at her waist.
Skill(s)/strengths(imma call these about the same): Blowing shit up, animals love her, fluent in quite a few languages and picks them up easy. Good with her scimitar, though it’s obvious her training comes from figuring it out herself in the moment, as opposed to actually learning how to use it, beyond a few basic things she knows. She’s so good at lying that she once convinced a man he was still wearing pants after stealing them. Pickpocketing and picking locks are things she’s proficient at, but not the best thing she does.
Weaknesses: Oh boy. This girl does not trust anyone without quite a bit of effort on their part, and even then, she’s constantly keeping things from her friends. Just the smell of alcohol sends her into a panic. Terrified of being alone with other people in dark and/or secluded alleys, especially without Malakai.
Personality: Tbd, but def rash and impulsive, while being secretive at the same time. Loyal to those who have managed to gain her respect and friendship. But will also fuck your shit up if you mess with her or people she cares about.
Likes: Blowing things up, stargazing, fucking things up for any royal or figure of authority in general. Sour candies and drinks, spicy foods, and doing people’s hair. Animals.
Dislikes: Being called short, alleyways, people who talk about things they don’t know anything about, unless they’re specifically trying to learn. People who think they’re better than others, authority, royals, and the color chartreuse. Hates it.
Bio/backstory: Will be revealed in more detail throughout, though obviously she grew up in a palace, one that was very heavy on lies and keeping the truth from others.
Feats and accomplishments: Obviously, like I said, convinced a man he was still wearing pants after she stole them. Blew a hole in the side of a police station while in holding, freeing all the people who were also being kept there for going to a protest for lowering the taxes. Jumped off of a bridge to avoid the cops in an entirely different kingdom and somehow managed to save a child in the process.
During her princess days, she secured an alliance with a neighboring kingdom that had threatened to start a war after locking her parents out of a room with herself and the Emperor of that land in it. An hour later they both came out, and the threat was called off immediately. She got punished for her rash actions and disobedience, but her father snuck her extra dessert for a bit, and from then on she was invited to every diplomacy meeting.

Name:

Nordali Carric

Other name(s):

Nor - nickname given to him by his mother.

Zar - the name he gave himself as a thief and as a runaway from the throne.

Age:

22

Gender:

Male

Race/species:

Half Valdorian, a noble race of elven-like creatures. Half Fae

Blood type:

A+

Sexuality and relationship status:

Bisexual, has an arranged marriage with Amira

Nationality:

Valdorian, as it is a race and a nation.

Family:

Eisle - mother, Full-blooded Valdorian.

Nordstrein- Father, full-blooded Fae.

Nicklon - younger brother, half valdorian half Fae

Companions:

A stag named Rolif, his ‘noble steed’

Alliance(s):

Valdorian Empire.

Affiliation(s):

Only his brother and the noble Fae children who come to visit.

Occupation/rank:

Prince of the Valdorians and first born of Nordstrein, heir to the throne of Valdorian.

Appearance:

Skin color:

Fair and freckled.

Hair colour, type and length:

Dark brown, fine and thick, it reaches nearly his waist and often he has it pulled back.

Eye colour:

Silver like the Valdorian royalty are gifted at birth.

Height:

5’9, shorter than the average male in his kingdom and yet that doesn’t stop him from being the most respected.

Weight:

136lbs.

Build:

Smooth and strong, with soft features and strong muscles.

General clothing:

He prefers the Valdorian tradition of open chested and nearly top bare, but loves Fae overcoats and jackets. He is usually wearing a belt over the lightweight trousers and laidback overcoat of the Fae. His favorite shoes are his boots, able to withstand most environments and terrains. He is heavily decorated with the jewelry he steals and is partial to silver jewelry.

Powers and abilities?:

His Fae abilities are harder for him to control and use but are mainly situated in the control of other’s mind and emotions and in healing spells and potions.

His Valdorian powers deal with the manipulation/control of nature and plants. He mainly uses it to help the forests grow and provide a healthier and safety for his men (and women)

Weapon(s) and items?:

His main weaponry is a long sword at his hip. But he also carries an assortment of knives and daggers and a bow and arrows. He wears a Fae stone around his neck for protection.

Skill(s):

Advanced thievery, manipulation of others, sword wielding, archery, ‘gardening’ (aka his powers in the control of nature.)

Strengths:

Good ol’ fashioned thievery is where he works best but he won’t admit he’s really good at the Fae’s musical instruments and reads quite proficiently. He is also much stronger than how he looks, his Valdorian strength and Fae petiteness colliding well.

Weaknesses:

Since he is partially Fae, iron burns him. He is also, as Valdorian, greatly allergic to Rosemary. He has a soft spot for animals and small things, which could be used against him.

Personality:

Hot headed and selfish as all princes usually are, the Valdorian prince is rough around the edges and yet has a soft spot for nature and the plants and creatures that live in it. He lives for adventure and would rather be out and about, stealing from the rich and haunting the kingdoms around.

Likes:

Thievery, gardening and nature, fruit (except lemons), adventure, running wild, leading

Dislikes:

His privilege, the throne, pork, lemons, the rich, and the smells of rosemary and lemon, defiance.

Bio/backstory:

Nor never really liked the responsibilities and teachings his parents had tried to force into his head as a child. He much preferred the forests and the adventure it brought. He was raised like any other Valdorian prince would in the customs of his people. He trained his Valdorian powers but his Fae powers were up to him to figure out. He managed the basic healing spells and could craft a healing potion fairly well by the time he was fifteen. He worked hard on it too. That wasn’t the only skill he had mastered, however, as he soon found a talent in thievery.

As he grew older and older with no intention of taking a wife to be his queen, his father and mother ordered a wedding to be arranged with the princess of another kingdom.

Nor refused the offer, but was quickly put into his place by an angry mother. Nor wouldn’t be getting married to anyone, he decided. The prince ran away from his throne and started up a small ragtag team of thieves and criminals. None knew who he was but they knew he was good at his job and followed him religiously. Nor gave himself the name of Zar, and his little gang of criminals soon rose to be a feared force, robbing the rich clean of their goods and fortune to give to those less fortunate if deemed worthy. The Zar’s Guild was known throughout the kingdoms as merciless, cruel, and unpredictable.

Nor loved it.

Feats and accomplishments:

Killed a wild boar in his coming of age ceremony at the age of ten, that he is really proud of. Tamed a stag (now they’re inseparable). Escaped his duties as prince.

YOU DID And I love him so much!!!!

Fun fact: Amira always smells like patchouli, gunpowder, and the faint scent of water lilies bcs they’re her favorite flower. It’s not a necessary thing to know but. I also needed to put it somewhere I could find

If you want me to start, it’ll have to wait till tomorrow, but if you want to start us off feel free!!

AHAHA that took too long. I didn’t expect life to beat me up this past week. Sorry it took so long

Also, Oooohhh I like. Nor always smells of Sage and Cedar, sometimes a little bit of mint.

Cooool. I can start us off. Where do we want it to start though?

don't apologize, it's totally cool and absolutely worth it!

jhhghj Sage is my name and for a hot sec, before i'd read the whole sentence, i thought you were addressing me

hhmmm….well, do we want to start with her stumbling upon the guild/group somehow?

Aha thanks man.

Oh whooops XD nah fam I didn’t know your name was Sage.

Oh that would be perfect! We can have them set up somewhere in the forest, like they got a little tent they use for ‘headquarters’

that's what tripped me up lmao, was i was like 'i don't remember telling them my name?????'

nice! maybe she's travelling through and gets lost, or trying to get away from some very persistent cops?

Aha rip sorry for scaring you.

Ooh I like. Let’s do that! I’ll have the first response up soon!

nah ur good lmao, i was just weirded out for a hot sec before remembering that that's a spice

nice!!!

(Ah shoot, forgot to mention that he has pointed ears like the elven folk cuz that’s a characteristic of a Valdorian)

Nordali’s jaw clenched at the fabric that had been laid across his desk. His family’s crest had been sewn delicately into the thick hide, a sudden splash of color against the dark cloth.

He sat in the main tent, lounging on a chair he had picked just for himself. The small and dirty boy who had brought him the fabric was standing awkwardly by the table, his eyes wide and fearful. “Thank you Jay… you may leave.” He murmured, his tone soft for the boy. Jay turned and nearly bolted out of the tents opening.

His men knew he had some sort of ties to the Valdorian kingdom but none knew he was the missing prince. They all assumed he was an outlaw, a criminal caught in the act. Oh how wrong they were.

Nor stood, pulling the fabric off the table and dragging it through the dirt behind him. He tore the crest from the fabric, dropping the remaining sellable stuff into a barrel filled with varying clothes. The crest was thrown lazily onto the table.

Just as he was about to duck into the private area he called his bedroom, there came a ruckus from outside. Men and women calling out, the sound of scuffling feet and weapons taken from their sheaths.

Finding herself in the middle of an encampment of armed people hadn't been on Amira's to-do list that morning. And yet here she was in the afternoon, in that exact situation, surrounded be armed men and women who didn't look at all happy to see her. And why would they, considering she'd stumbled in unannounced?

The runaway didn't reach for the scimitar at her waist, knowing two things. One, that would make things worse. And two, she was incredibly out numbered and incredibly undertrained. Should she need a way out or to defend herself, she had a few other tricks up her sleeve. The scimitar was a fifth back up type deal, if even.

Short and not very threatening, Amira wasn't what had upset the people around her. While she looked strange, sure, especially in a slightly more anglican area dressed how she was, it was the large tiger that unsettled most people. His head reaching a bit above her shoulders, and easily over eight feet long without even counting his tail, Malakai was a formidable looking beast, and the low growl rumbling from his throat was even more terrifying. He was behind her, covering her back without even having to be signaled, crouched low in a defensive stance as she braced her legs for a possible fight. "Well this sure is unexpected."

The men and women whispered amongst one another, flashing worried looks and snarls. They didn’t seem too friendly or welcoming.

The crowd parted to allow a stag through, its eyes cold and yet bright, as if there was a life that was a little more than just an animal. Walking next to the large creature was Nor himself, who stared at the tiger with a weary grimace. “Who are you?” He asked gruffly, lifting his chin proudly. The way he stood denounced the presence of others. He successfully pulled off the intimidating and uncaring look.

"I could ask you the same thing. I checked that map, and there was nothing about a whole ass camp out here." Amira fired back, more a storm of fire to his cold detachment. Small as she was, and even with the fairly uncouth way she spoke, there was something else there in the way she held herself. The lingering crown that she couldn't rid herself completely of. The posture that haunted her from carrying it. Crossing her bandaged arms under her chest, she looked up at him, a brow raised. "Malakai, chill. I'll give you a name, man, if you give me one."

A scoff from his lips, a laughter from a few of the people gathered around. He flicked his wrist at the group, each and every one of them lowered their weapons. A few left, hurrying to unattended fires and foods.

“Now isn’t that the point of my camp? Is to not be on a map?” He mused to the creature next to him. Rolif dipped his head, pushing his nose against Nor’s cheek.

“You can call me Zar.” He replied coolly, patting Rolif’s thick neck and offering her a crooked grin. “Welcome to my pack of criminals and outlaws. I’m afraid if you won’t join us for a dinner we may not be able to let you leave.”